Month: June 2013
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Half Journalist: half superhero
Every once and a while we get tours through our building: wild-eyed kids clinging to their backpacks; parents smiling over them; everyone glancing up at the popcorn ceiling, the band of wall clocks for various time-zones covered, the hut-like cubicles, the newspapers from Great Falls, Reno, Palm Springs, Phoenix strewn about in mail slots and…
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Lovebug
When a finch-sized moth flies onto a train, no one notices except a poet and a nurse working triage. STOP STOP STOP clicks a man with turrets. I reach for my bag STOP! and freeze while the moth turns tricks in the window like red light women in Amsterdam. My last airplane ride, a stowaway…
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Don't belly flop the art
When I was in NYC, my friend Elyse and I went to the MoMA in hopes of seeing the Rain Room. If you haven’t heard about the Rain Room, it’s, I suppose, a traveling box from London where inside, duh, it’s raining, but all along the floor are sensors so whoever is walking around in…
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The Dream, by Felix Pollak
He dreamed of an open window. A vagina, said his psychiatrist. Your divorce, said his mistress. Suicide, said an ominous voice within him. It means you should close the window or you’ll catch cold, said his mother. His wife said nothing. He dared not tell her such a dangerous dream. — I love this poem…
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Royalty
Remember me royalty in a dive bar New York City where everyone becomes someone and no one all at the same time